Worse Decisions

The rock dropped from her hand as Vanessa began to process how bad the situation was.

She knelt down beside the stranger, her breasts squishing into her stomach as she looked him over. He looked like just a guy, some random person who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She shook his shoulder, "Mister...mister? Are you alright?"

But he didn't answer. Didn't stir at all, just breathed weakly. How bad did she hit him?!

Vanessa pulled back his hair to observe the damage and was horrified to see white. The unmistakable, sickly color of bone was clearly visible betwixt the hair and the wound was positively oozing blood. Against all her better judgement and sense Vanessa dropped his head back down to the ground with a dull thud.

She was a murderer. Even if she called for an ambulance it would take over an hour to get here and what would she tell them when they arrived? That she didn't mean to **** him? That it was all some innocent misunderstanding? There was no way she wasn't leaving this without handcuffs. She started to cry, as fear and panic swam equally inside her chest. Her parents would never forgive her, she might end up in prison, consider any chance of a normal school life over, and that would probably just be the start of her woes. She looked down at the innocent stranger as she began to openly weep. Her whole life was flashing before her eyes.

Then Vanessa had a terrible thought. There was no way she was leaving this without handcuffs....if people found the body.

Wiping snot and tears from her face, Vanessa looked at her victim. A fear of bears had gotten her into this, so maybe bears could get her out of this.